Competent Villains: Chrysalis

The Taste of Victory

Cadence opened her eyes and saw only darkness. She panicked, trying to get up and rub them only to find that her hooves were unable to move. Her voice failed her as her mouth was sealed shut. She was immobile, and silenced.

She blinked a few times to see if she could clear her eyes of the darkness, and she noted that the insides of her eyelids were a nearly unobservable red. So she wasn't blind then, merely in the dark. Cadence channeled some magic into her horn, trying to light up the room with the ambient glow. Nothing happened. She was an alicorn, her magic had never failed her before.

The last thing she remembered was going to bed with Shining. They had both had an exhausting day, Cadence had started her research on wedding gowns in Canterlot, and Shining had to deal with some unnamed threat. He wasn't specific about it, but he was tired enough that neither of them had the energy to fool around. They had simply drifted off to sleep together and Cadence had been spooned by her beloved Shining.

Shining Armor was the light in her life. They had grown up together, seeing each other occasionally as children. When she had taken the job babysitting Twilight, she had gotten to see him more often, and they had connected. They became fast friends and confidants, he had been there for her since before her parents had died and stuck through after. She had never been Princess Mi Amore Cadenza to him, she had just been Cadence. His beloved Cadence. And now he was gone, and she was alone.

This must be some nightmare then. She relaxed as she realized it was probably due to wedding planning stress. The wedding was only a little over a month away, and she still had so many things to plan and organize. Maybe she just had to try and wake up? But how would she …

Cadence felt something warm and wet engulf her nipple. She drew in a slow breath as it began to suckle her, squeezing and teasing the tip of her mound. The sensation sent a tingle through her body, and she felt her wings press harder against whatever cold floor she was secured to. It was one of these dreams. She hadn't had one this unique before. The warm thing sucked her nipple up and released it, letting her firm flesh spring back into position. She tried to moan through her sealed mouth.

The thing, which felt like a tongue now, eased across her cleavage leaving a cool wet trail on her flesh. It was accompanied by a hot breath that slowly warmed her body as the thing began to lap at her other breast. Cadence had no sight and heard nothing but her own heavy breathing and the lewd noises the tongue was making. All she could sense was the warm wet tongue, now teasing her hardening nipple.

This was the most intense one of these dreams she'd had since she was a pubescent filly. The tongue was electric, and she was powerless before it's assault. It abandoned her nipple, tracing another path down lower and causing her to shudder as it danced across her lower abdomen. At least it was a pleasant dream she was stuck in, and the way things were going she was going to wake up soon.

The tongue widened over her flower, flattening and pressing against her as it covered her parting petals with its warmth. It slowly licked upwards, dragging itself gently across her lower lips in one smooth motion and causing her to tense her body. She was having a hard time breathing through her nose, but she could still keep her focus on the warm sensation as she snorted loudly with each breath.

Cadence felt herself building up to that moment. She wasn't going to last long as the textured tongue gently massaged her secret desires. It was unrelenting, a wide smooth lick up was followed by the same sensation gliding down. She started shuddering as it happened. These dreams were always short for her, she would wake up just before she finally had her release. She was briefly surprised when that didn't happen.

The tongue gave a slightly rougher lick, digging deeper into her fleshy mound and just barely tasting her insides. It pushed her over the edge and her body tightened against its bonds. She tried to squeal into her mask, but all that came out was a particularly high pitched snort as the air escaped through her nose. Her hips pressed forward, and found the tongue had a mouth as it's lips kissed her roughly.

Her orgasm was over just as fast as she had warmed up. She relaxed, letting her body lay on the floor as she tried to catch her breath and figure out what just happened. She should be awake right now, she had never actually finished in a dream. This was a very strange dream. The mysterious mouth kissed her quivering mound once again, and she felt the lips force hers open wider. The strange sensation was followed by the familiar tongue pressing softly into her body.

So it wasn't over yet. Her dream still had more in store for her. The tongue hardened and elongated as it began to lick her from the inside. This was a completely new sensation for her, Shining had never put his tongue inside her... It felt strange as the tongue explored her moist cavity, stretching and stroking her inner walls. The lips were working as well, constantly molesting her labia as they kissed her.

Cadence had always been careful about what went past her lower lips, she was a princess and was expected to keep her virginity until marriage. Shining and her had skirted the rules plenty through the years, but this had always been off limits to her fiance. She felt the firm tongue press against her thin membrane as it licked its way forward.

Cadence was briefly ashamed as she realized this sensation was a result of her thoughts. She had been concerned about it, and now she would experience it. Aunt Luna had tried to explain the nature of dreams to her once, but the archaic language had unfortunately fallen on uncomprehending ears.

The tongue paused its advance and began to very carefully stretch her virginity. She squealed into her mask as it tore and she felt a brief sharp pain followed by a gentle warm sensation as she bled. The tongue carefully lapped at her insides, spreading and licking up the blood. Cadence felt dread rising in her stomach as the tongue began to advance again, filling her insides with it's impossible size. Ponies didn't have tongues like this.

What if this was not a dream? What if something had just taken her carefully guarded honor before her wedding night? How would she explain this to Shining? Her mind was distracted as the tongue continued to swell and extend, pressing against her walls as it wiggled within her. This was an impossible tongue, this whole scenario was impossible. This was a dream. It had to be.

The tongue fiercely massaged a delicate spot inside the upper wall of her vagina, and the lips had started nudging the little nub in between her folds. Cadence began to shudder as the ministrations quickly transformed from gentle caressing to violent thrusting.

The assault on her body brought out a new feeling, and something alien aroused within her. This strange sensation felt like a river had backed up in her body, and desperately wanted out, screaming against her lower abdomen in fury.

Cadence tried to call out, to beg for it to stop, but the mask prevented her. Her body could only struggle and she desperately tried to use magic, but nothing happened for her. She was helpless as the river broke free within her and wracked her body with intense unrelenting pulses of euphoria.

She fruitlessly screamed, nearly choking herself on her own air and making a desperate snorting noise. Her body convulsed over and over again as a warm wet fluid gushed from inside her and flowed around the tongue and into the mouth servicing her.

Cadence's mind was awash in confusion. Nothing made sense and nothing mattered. She began to sob, great heaving breaths became desperate snorts as mucus and tears ran down her face. Why wasn't she awake? What had happened to her? She carefully eased the tension in her body as the tongue and mouth pulled out of her, leaving her alone and wet in the darkness. She felt strangely empty.

The cold ground cooled her body, and her wet nethers chilled as a breeze washed over them. She felt a pool of fluid underneath her, getting in her tail and soaking into her skin. This didn't feel like a dream. This didn't feel like a dream at all.

Time had passed. How much, she wasn't sure. She had been left alone and immobile in the dark once the lewd act had completed. She thought about Shining Armor and what she would tell him. She imagined him showing up and rescuing her. She thought back to her life and what she had done over it. She had lots of time to think. She occasionally dozed off, waking back up when her body chilled too much.

The floor was cold, but at least she had dried off. Unfortunately, that had left her sticky and feeling gross. She wasn't sure if whatever fluid that had been smelled, but she couldn't smell it herself. Every time she shifted her weight to ease her sore muscles, her back and tail stuck to the floor. She considered it lucky the pool of fluid hadn't reached her sensitive wings, peeling them off the floor like velcro did not sound fun.

Cadence was scared. What was the thing and why was she secured like this? Surely her ponies would notice her absence soon, it would be difficult to keep her hidden once they realized. Why hadn't whatever held her captive simply just killed her? What were it's designs for her? Was she being held for ransom? Or was she merely very unlucky and a victim of chance? That seemed unlikely. It would take no small effort to sneak into the captain of the royal guards chambers and steal his bride to be out from under him.

What had happened to Shining? Had they killed him? Was he held captive somewhere? Worries crossed her mind, coating every thought with an underlying layer of fear. And she was so cold. There was no heat down here, save her own. The hard floor sapped her, leaving only a slightly warm pocket of air surrounding her. Every once in a while a gentle breeze would shift it, leaving her cold and exposed once again.

It didn't help that she had to shift her body, taxing her restraints every so often in order to keep blood flowing. Her extremities would occasionally lose feeling due to pooling blood and biting cold. This was torture for Cadence, and she found herself shivering to stay warm. Slowly, she felt herself being drained by the floor. Perhaps that had something to do with her lack of magic? Was something draining her of heat and mana?

Soon the numbing cold became encompassing. She began to worry more about death from exposure than having that other creature kill her. And it was a creature for sure, no pony would ever do that to Cadence. No pony had a tongue like that. She'd hoped some pony would come by and find her, some other being would stumble across her. Even a simple animal would be welcome. One of Luna's bats even.

Hours passed, maybe days. She couldn't tell. Time meant nothing when she had nothing to pass it with. She struggled to stay conscious, grateful every time she awoke alive from a fit of sleep. Hypothermia was dangerous, and she feared that she was succumbing. It didn't help that she was alone, her own reality nothing but an empty black void of cold secured to a chilling floor. She would sometimes grunt or attempt to hum, if only to hear her own voice.

Her thoughts slowly focused more on her own survival than her previous worries and fears. She had to stay focused if she was going to survive this. It was important to stay warm, to stay alive. Her thirst and hunger were building as the cold drained her of strength, and the solitude played tricks on her mind.

She was truly alone. Not, “I'm in the bathroom and need a minute” alone, but really alone. No one would come and save her, no one was there. She was accustomed to having a servant or loved one always being a shout away. The royal mare had never actually been alone like this before. It was terrifying. She would hear voices sometimes. It sounded like her mother calling her name. How odd. Her mother had been... dead for a while now. A rare flicker of light would tease the edge of her vision, only to disappear once she looked at it.

She was fairly sure she was hallucinating, her idle mind filling in the void with memories long past. How long could a mare survive like this, cold and starving held down in the dark and silence? It was maddening. She did not deserve this treatment in life or death, she was a good mare. Had been a good mare. She was seriously considering the possibility that she had died and somehow ended up in a darker region of Tartarus. This was madness.

A pleasant warmth surrounded her teat, and she realized what it meant as the her cold hard nipple became a warm hard nipple. The tongue had came again. It started with her breast, teasing and tugging the cold things as it warmed them. She was relieved at the presence of something else, and then immediately ashamed once she remembered what it was going to do to her. What it had already done to her. She resisted as much as possible, but ultimately she was plastered to the floor and at the mouth's scarce mercy. The only merciful thing about it was the warmth it held. Every coaxing lick also spread tingling and soothing warmth through her tired and freezing body.

She tried to avoid becoming aroused, she tried imagining boring things and using what little movement she had to avoid the warm tongue. She slowly realized that she was failing as it began to lick her once again, spreading her sticky lips wide and causing her to shudder. The warmth flooded her frigid body, spreading life with its constant attention. With the warmth came her own quiet desire, her waking body knew exactly what it wanted. And it was going to get it.

Her body reached a gentle peak and she fought to keep quiet as the fragile surge of euphoria ran through her. Her marehood weakly spasmed, giving away her momentary bliss to the warm mouth, and she felt that strange tongue press past her folds again. With horror, she realized that it was starting the second half of it's exercise.

As the tongue swelled and squirmed inside her still quivering body, she stopped her attempts at resistance. She couldn't fight what was going to happen, the best she could hope for was to ride it out with as much focus as possible and hope she didn't hurt herself somehow. The realization that she couldn't stop it at all made her shudder. Was she looking forward to it happening? She desperately wished to be anywhere else than impaled on this monstrous tongue.

The organ lined itself up with her body, lips massaging her clit and the impossibly flexible tongue gently began to stroke the spot inside her. She lay there waiting, not moving with the slowly building attack, or fighting to resist, instead just calmly letting it progress. The tongue began to fill her, displacing her flesh and feeding her warmth from the inside. The feelings began to build up inside her, and she felt the unspoken fury try to escape. Something wanted to be released, and she made no effort to help it or hinder it.

She quickly found that her pacifism couldn't last. The screaming inside of her became unbearable, and she started to cry as her hips gyrated in rhythm with the tongues thrusts. It wasn't a voice that could be fought or ignored, and for a moment she was compelled to obey it. A moment became an eternity as her mind forgot time.

This orgasm was painful in its intensity. It felt like she was being squeezed be her insides, forced to bleed out her life through her clenching muscles and tortured pussy. The torrent of wet life gushed from her body as her mind became an animalistic thing, forgetting all thoughts of resistance or mental focus. Desire for release, for pure carnal satisfaction consumed her being as she rocked her hips into the powerful tongue.

She mindlessly thrashed underneath the unholy organ as it devoured her from the inside. Each intense thrust pushed and forced her flesh aside as she rocked with it and against it, craving it's rough touch. Every thrust of the tongue was met by a wet squelch as she gushed some fluid over it. She was just along for the ride, unable to think or act in opposition to it's craven desires. She was expertly driven by it until her strength finally gave out, and her quivering hips collapsed due to exhaustion.

Sanity returned to her slowly, her primal mind retreating as the non pony tongue vacated her stretched cavity. The tongue finally separated from her body with a wet squelch. Cool air rushed to fill her empty cavern, immediately bringing relief to her burning nethers. Cadence's eyes opened wide with horror as realization dawned on her.

She wasn't just spread open, she was hollow. Her once delicate passage was now a wide open and stretched chasm of raw flesh. How long had that taken? How much time does it take for a pony's body to adjust to that kind of abuse? It could have been seconds, minutes, or hours. She had no idea how long she was kept squirming like an animal, only that her body was far too tired to move and her gaping pussy had become a deep and empty pit.

The heat drained from her body as she mulled over her recent fate. There was no denying it. She was no longer a virgin in any way. Her body had experienced one of the most decadent pleasures of the flesh, and she hadn't been alone. Some other being had been her skilled guide, and had taken her somewhere she meant to discover with Shining. Now she could only revisit the familiar heights of ecstasy with her fiance.

The cold reminded her of her current problem. Her wet and exhausted body didn't have the strength to even shiver, and she lay silently on the floor as the chilled surface began to numb her. She wasn't going to have to worry about her situation with Shining. She was going to die here, and soon. She wouldn't last long like this, soon she would give in to the cold and fall asleep. She was too tired to warm up and awaken. She would die.

This wasn't as upsetting as she had originally thought it would be. Dying was natural. Every pony that ever lived had died. Well, except her aunts... But they might technically not be ponies. She had never bothered to ask. She let the cold consume her, at first it was painful and biting as it tore into her weakened body. After a while, it became soothing. Eventually it was pleasant.

She was sure she was hallucinating again. She saw her mother, Shining, Celestia, even little Twilight all playing together. It was so nice to see them having fun, just like when she was young. She heard her mothers voice, calling her to the picnic. “I'm not done with you yet.” It was odd how her mother sounded exactly like her this time. Still, this was a pleasant memory.

A warm blanket covered her, and she felt a tingling sensation up and down her body. How wonderful for them to have something to keep her warm at this picnic. But soon they began to leave, fading from her memory. That's what this was, a memory. But something was wrong. She hadn't been covered in a blanket in her memory. Those weren't the words her mother had said...

As Cadence's senses slowly returned, she realized her blanket was heavy. And had a heartbeat. There was a pony on top of her, allowing its warmth to spread into her. She was safe, this wasn't the monster. It had hooves wrapped tenderly around her, it was soft and warm. Cadence noticed that the pony was very clearly a she. It's breasts matched perfectly up with hers, they gently rubbed together with each of Cadence's timid breaths.

Cadence was ashamed of how it stuck to her. They were glued together with her drying sweat and bodily fluids. The other pony was pristine, clean and pure. Cadence was filthy, covered in an unmentionable slime. But the pony didn't seem to care, it just kept pressing it's soft warm body into hers, feeding her body warmth. It was an ambrosia of feeling after the depravity of darkness and cold.

The pony was relaxed, meeting Cadence's flesh in a perfect union of matching curves and breathing life. It was rescuing her from her cold and lonely fate. That mouth from earlier had been some sort of demon, this was an angel. She tried to talk to it, to communicate with it somehow. She wanted to thank it for saving her life. She wanted to thank it for being warm and alive instead of the cold dark silence she had been surrounded by. It didn't respond to her muffled whispers, so she settled for muted tears. Eventually, Cadence drifted off into a comfortable sleep, held securely in its warmth.

Cadence awoke alone in the dark, like before. Unlike before, she felt strangely warm and full. Her body no longer hurt, as though it had been stretched, and her painful thirst had been quenched. The faint taste of honey lingered in her mouth. She was refreshed in some way, ready to face the darkness, the solitude, the fear, and the silence. Eventually the cold overcame her barrier of warmth, and she faced that as well. She would survive. There was a pony here. Maybe she could get it to help somehow?

Her thoughts were consumed by the pony as she tried to reason it into her current existence. It could be another prisoner. It might be some kind of creature that watched over her, a guardian angel of sorts. Maybe it was a dream? Some kind of hallucination from the cold and silence? She sighed. All of these were possible. Equestria was a land of ancient magics and long forgotten secrets. A guardian angel wouldn't be unheard of.

But realistically, she knew what was more likely. She just didn't want to accept it. That warm and gentle pony was probably in collusion with the salacious mouth. If her captor had wanted to keep her alive, to keep her from freezing, the body of a pony was the most tactile way to do it. And her captor seemed to enjoy touching her. She shuddered at the thought. What was she to do?

She couldn't resist in any way, she was still entirely restrained. Her magic was completely nonreactive. She was helpless to stop the tongues advances, and the warm pony's life giving embrace. Cadence flapped her wings against the ground in frustration, and quickly realized what a mistake that was. A cold rush of air replaced the pocket that had been warming around her skin. Cadence felt her anger rising, her only usable appendages would kill her more quickly.

With nothing to direct her anger at, and no way to express it, the emotion bled into despair. She was helpless, completely at the mercy of whoever or whatever held her captive. She faced the cold with considerably less resolve than before as bone chilling air settled once more around her. A lonely cold and empty hell was all that awaited her as she stared into the inky blackness that might as well have been eternity.

The hallucinations came again, slowly robbing her of her sanity. In the dark she heard voices, whispers calling her name. She clearly heard her mother again. Nothing of value was said, only her name. Quietly, barely audibly, but still present in the silence. Cadence flapped her wings, making a sound to drive away the madness. Her only reward was cold, and then a few moments of silence before the phantom sounds started again. Cadence began to cry.

Cadence's life had become simple. She would be alone, cold and fighting nervous tears for the majority of it, struggling with inner worries and fears as the darkness and cold threatened to consume her. The worst part was being alone, she began to imagine that the phantoms intensely haunting her were real to fill the void in her life. Occasionally, the tongue would come and grant her a brief reprieve from the fear. She would experience a different kind of intensity, one far more pleasant and hot, if immoral. And afterwords, she would be gifted with warmth. Warmth and a pony to hold her, if only for a little while.

The tongue and the pony were invading her hallucinations, creeping into her dark silence. She might feel a phantom lick, stirring her arousal only to discover that it wasn't time yet. She dreamed of the pony holding her when she drifted off to a fitful sleep, of the warmth it provided. Sometimes, she would dream of the passion... of the feelings the tongue gave her when it was inside her body. She found herself wishing in the cold, hoping for the tongue and the pony to show up, to provide her brief respite from madness.

And eventually they would. Her wishes would be fulfilled as she would scream into her mask, and then bask in the pony's warmth. After, she would feel guilty. She would hate herself for wanting that and getting it. And then, the hallucinations would come and the cycle started again.

A break in the cycle happened, and Cadence felt the pony settle on her body, providing warmth and comfort. She was confused. This was different, normally the pony only came after the tongue left her broken on the floor. In her confusion, she nearly missed the most valuable thing she could possibly be given. A most important gift for her dying psyche. A voice. “Cadence?”

Had it been real? Cadence stumbled through her thoughts. It was her name, the same as most of her hallucinations. But the voice, it sounded familiar but foreign. It almost sounded like her. Her own voice had called out her name?

“Cadence, I'm talking to you.”

Cadence stopped breathing as she listened to the rapturous sound. It was talking to her. This pony was talking to her, and wanted her to listen. It's voice was a remedy for her troubled mind, a clear and beautiful note in the silence of her world. She would listen. She would listen well.

“I'm glad I've got your attention.” Oh yes, it did have her attention. She wasn't going to miss anything it said. She wasn't alone right now. The warm fleshy pony had a voice, and behind that a mind.

“I have a proposition for you, Cadence. A very easy one. I've become bored with our activities, and I was thinking of livening them up. What I'm proposing is that I'll take off your mask and allow you to speak for a while. How does that sound?”

Cadence couldn't speak, but she tried anyways. Her, “That sounds delightful, Miss Warm Body.” came out as a garbled, “mp hmhp hmpm hph mph.” She hoped her excitement at least bled through.

The other pony chuckled. “I see. But there is a catch. First, you aren't going to scream, not unless I make you. I don't like unnecessary loud noises, and there is no one down here to hear you anyways. Understand?”

“Mmph.” Yes.

“Good. Second, I'm still going to use you like I normally do. Before we take time to speak, I'm going to wrap my legs around your head, and you're going to lick my pussy inside and out while I clean out your insides and make you sing. I don't expect you to be good, I just expect you to try.”

Cadence wanted to say no. This would be different than how she was usually used. This would be reciprocating. It really didn't matter what she wanted, what she needed was more important. “Mmph.” Yes.

“Good girl. Lastly, I'm going to kiss you before we begin our little game. I want to taste you inside...” There was a pause, and then the pony added, almost as an afterthought, “While you're awake.”

Cadence couldn't say no. Not now. “Mmph.” Yes.

Instead of answering verbally, the pony began to drag a long sticky thing across her face. It was the tongue. She had guessed that the tongue was part of this pony, but to feel that obscene thing on her cheek was unnerving. The things it had done to her... She shuddered as it massaged her face, rubbing the strange sticky mask slowly off her mouth.

As the mask melted, more and more freedom was allowed to her lips. She finally forced them open, ripping the mask and allowing her to breath through her mouth. It was ecstasy after all that time of keeping her mouth forcefully closed. She worked her jaw and tongue, stretching her cheeks and lips at the same time. A melodious giggle escaped the other pony, but Cadence didn't care.

Cadence flattened her tongue and stuck it out, giving it the exercises it had been denied for so long. Her revelry was interrupted when something clamped firmly around her exposed tongue. She immediately retracted it, sliding it through the others smooth lips and tasting their skin. Cadence tasted the thick spittle from the other pony, and tightly closed her mouth. She was surprised at how fast and forward it was. She had forgotten that this pony had no social restrictions, it wanted to use her body and it had done so already without hesitation or consideration.

“Cadence...” It's voice was low and dangerous. “You don't want to tell me no.” Cadence felt two hooves hold her head in place, positioning it where the other pony wanted it to be. “Not now.” Cadence felt two lips press against her tightly closed mouth.

She had agreed to this. The pony had made her agree to this and more, and this was just the little thing. She had to acquiesce. Cadence deliberately opened her mouth, her lips still tight and taught as she was fighting her own reaction. The other pony met her opening mouth with it's own, it's lips were soft and gentle as it molded to her form. A hot breath filled her mouth and visited her lungs, helping to warm her freezing body.

Cadence felt warm tears trickle from her eyes. She closed them in the darkness, and pretended. This pony was kind and gentle. It was caring. It had saved her from the cold and solitude. It was her angel. Her tongue met the pony's, and they touched. She carefully caressed her angel, stroking and playing with it. It was the first time in a while she had the opportunity to touch something under her own power, and she wanted it to be nice. In turn, her angel was kind and caring. It carefully explored her mouth, and filled her with a soft warmth. Cadence slid her tongue into the other ponies mouth again, this time being careful to experience it the best she could.

The pony's mouth was wet, filled with a thick coating of saliva that tasted vaguely familiar. That was the taste she would wake up after she fell asleep under her angels warmth. So that's what she had meant about tasting Cadence while she was awake. The kiss didn't feel sexual, it felt sensual. Cadence was exploring and feeling things that her sensation starved body had been denied, and it felt good. The other pony felt warm and comfortable inside her, and she felt safe in its mouth.

Cadence began to relax into the kiss, melting into the pony's mouth. There was a hot pulse from the pony's tongue, and Cadence was pulled from her brief fantasy as the tongue began to change. This wasn't the tongue of an angel, gentle and caring. It started to grow and twist in her mouth, the warmth turning into a burning heat as it filled her. Cadence was reminded of what that tongue had done to her. Of the countless hours she had spent writhing in glorious madness from its touch.

Shakily, her wings began to extend on the floor as she felt a fire start to burn within her. The sensual comforting feeling was slowly being replaced as her mind and body responded to the twisting unnatural organ in her mouth. She wanted to feel it inside her. She wanted for it to make her scream and moan. The tongue began to passionately stroke her, and she responded in kind. Cadence tested its strength, and found that the alien tongue could command her own.

The strange tongue drew out of her mouth as she puckered her lips around it and chased it with her own. Cadence was left panting with her tongue hanging out as the pony whispered into her ear. “That was beautiful.” There was an electric tingle as the pony gently bit Cadence's tongue and gave it a light suckle before speaking again. “Let's work together.” Cadence shuddered at the hot breath and the low voice.

The pony slowly stood up over her and began to work its way down her body, teasing and licking with it's tongue as it went. It would find a soft bit of flesh and give her a sensual nibble as it went, making Cadence gasp in pleasure. She felt herself opening up, her lower lips swelling and widening in anticipation. Through a hazy mind, she wondered if she had gone crazy yet. The pony repositioned its body as the tongue neared her lower thighs, nibbling and suckling slowly towards it's goal. And then, Cadence felt a weight and warmth across her body as the pony settled on her, never distracting that tongue from its task.

A musk filled her senses as strong upper legs relaxed around her head. The lewd sound of licking and sucking was muted as the hot thighs pressed against her ears. All she could hear was her own heartbeat, all see could see was darkness, and all she felt was warmth. Wonderful, sweet, tingling warmth. Cadence pressed her muzzle forward, and began to probe the wet expanse with her tongue.

The pony was mimicking Cadence with alarming accuracy, every touch, every gentle probe that Cadence gave was returned exactly the same. She felt herself stumble across that nub of flesh and gasped at the sensation. Cadence gently licked inside the outer petals of the flower, tasting and stretching them as the pony did the same to her. Cadence felt herself building up, slowly doing what felt good to the pony's now leaking pussy.

She licked and sucked, coaxing herself higher and higher until she reached her moment. Cadence moaned into the pony in ecstasy as her first gentle orgasm came, the pony continued it's careful massage even though she had stopped. As she came down, she felt her wings press tightly against the floor and she forced herself open wider. She knew the next step in this dance.

And so did the pony. Cadence roughly shoved her tongue as deeply as it would go, attempting to mimic what the pony was doing to her. As it split her wide open and filled her body, she licked the insides of her partner, tasting the inner flesh. She just wasn't physically able to do what the other pony began to do to her. No pony should be.

The pony's tongue swelled up and filled her, stretching Cadence as it twisted and contorted to position itself. She felt it continue the dance as it pressed up against her insides and aligned itself. She knew what it was preparing for. That hot monstrous tongue was going to drive her crazy, going to force her to scream and writhe into this other pony's backside. And she wanted it to. The first rough thrust caught her by surprise, it always did.

She buried her face in the other pony, and began greedily licking and sucking. The foreplay was over, it was time to buck. She had learned long ago that she couldn't fight it, she couldn't resist. But she still pushed back against the rising tide, forcing it back down in her body. There was a different reason for her resistance, for the stoic defense of her sanity before the flood came. The longer and more efficiently she held it off, the deeper the flood.

Cadence felt the pony overpowering her as the quivering flesh around her muzzle began to convulse. The added sensations of being with somepony else instead of lying alone on the cold floor as she was bucked were exhilarating. She felt her defense crumble as the tongue ravished her. The pony made her scream.

She absentmindedly felt the pony that had been Cadence succumb, mindlessly moaning and grunting into the dripping wet pussy her face was buried in. The euphoric pleasure wracked her body as her wings tried to desperately fly into the ground, flapping wildly and fruitlessly as the other pony kept up it's unstoppable pace. A brutal ecstatic convulsion signaled her first squirt, the warm sinful fluid coating her flexing asshole as it oozed down her valley and began to pool on the floor.

Cadence screamed again, her mind completely absent as another erotic convulsion twisted her body. The insanity had claimed her completely, her world consisted of wild squirts and moaning rapturous seizures. She had her carnal desires completely satisfied, the other pony sating every raunchy wish her corrupted mind could fathom over and over again. Eventually, her well ran dry and the painful ecstatic convulsions were not followed by squirts, but they still came. And so did she.

Cadence lay on her back, exhausted and gasping for air around the warm pony buttocks nestled in front of her. She felt the obscene tongue leave her empty and gaping as the pony pulled it out of her with a lewd slurp. The cold air rushed in, cooling her burning body as her lower lips hung open wide in a vile mockery of her gasping mouth. She didn't have the energy to think about her deformed genitalia, or how the pony was peeling off her body as though they had been glued together by some vulgar adhesive. All she could focus on was oxygen, breathing that sweet necessary air and attempting to cool the fire burning her inside.

Usually she was tired, this time she feared she was close to death. She didn't flinch, quiver or shake as the tongue began to swirl around her thighs, drinking the sticky drying fluid. Cadence wanted to scream, to cry and wail over what she had done. Instead she just kept up her deep breaths. She had no more tears, no more energy to scream. The pony repositioned itself and lay on top of her once more, breathing into her face. She felt its fur stick to hers, once again glued together by their drying fluids.

“Wasn't that fun? I had fun.”

Cadence didn't say anything, she just lay there and let the pony talk. She was still catching her breath.

“All this just so you could have the opportunity to talk for a while, and you don't even take it? How odd. Maybe I should go.”

Cadence tried to speak so the pony didn't leave her. She didn't want to be alone. “Tired... need air...”

“I see. I'll just answer some of the obvious questions while you catch up then. I always forget how fragile ponies are.” there was a pause, and then the pony spoke in a more sinister voice. “Even alicorns.”

Cadence felt a twinge of fear from that voice. It sounded... cruel.

“For starters, no one has come looking for you yet because I've replaced you. I'm Cadence now, and you... normally would be dead.” Cadence's fear grew.

“But I've found you to be entertaining. Your responses are quite amusing. I've never been with a pony who could simply keep going like that. And I've been with a lot of ponies. Once you start flowing, you're like a river. Do you have any idea how long our last session was?” The pony sounded oddly exuberant about this.

Cadence was able to manage a weak one word answer. “No...”

The voice sounded gleeful. “We played for about 2 hours. You were cumming practically the whole time.” Cadence felt her stretched flesh and the burning fire in her broken body. It's true she'd had no sense of time once she lost her mind, but that sounded impossible. “I've been pushing you further and further every time.” Cadence shuddered.

“The first time, I just planned on having a little fun, and then letting the cold claim you. You were a virgin, and still managed to get me wet and messy. I had enjoyed the experience, so I came back later, just to have a little more fun. This time, you lasted nearly twenty minutes. I thought it was odd. Not unheard of entirely, but definitely something special. So I watched as you slowly succumbed to the cold, and decided to keep you around for a while. That's when I started taking care of you.” Cadence knew her angel was a monster, but hearing it from it's mouth almost physically hurt.

“I wasn't sure what I was going to do with you, so I kept you in the dark, literally and vocally. I silently came down here and pushed you further and further every time. And every time you went further than I expected. Further than I'd hoped. You're dangerous, you're an alicorn. I should kill you.” The pony leaned down to speak quietly into Cadences ear. “But you're so much fun.”

Cadence wanted to shudder when the pony began to lick her ear, nibbling and playing with it. But her body didn't react that way. It just stayed relaxed and let the warm wet feeling cover her. It didn't make her skin crawl, or make her feel disgusted. She wanted to cry about her lack of disgust. But she had been learning that in this dark hell, she didn't always get what she wanted.

The pony continued licking her, tasting her flesh and fur as Cadence began to finally catch her breath. She didn't respond as the pony moved to her mouth, pushing her into a kiss. The pony began to make out with her, digging into her mouth and coercing her into compliance. Cadence didn't know what to do. She was only alive because the pony wanted to use her for fun. She was only alive because of some sexual oddity she had never even experienced before.

A panic begin to rise in Cadence as the pony grew heated in its affection, it's tongue began to twist and change. She couldn't go again, she was too tired. Too exhausted and broken. Her whole body hurt and burned, it might not survive another go. She had to stop somehow. Gasping around the warping tongue, Cadence let out a desperate plea. “No...”

The pony pulled out of her mouth, and laughed. “Ah haha... You know. If you had told me 'no' when I made my offer earlier, I would have taken it. I would have quietly left, and never came back. You would have died alone and cold. You should be very careful about telling me 'no', Cadence.”

The pony leaned back down, and rested on her, letting its head fall next to hers. “I'm still deciding if I'm going to kill you or not. The room keeps your magic at bay, and the cold keeps you weak. As long as you stay here, you're safe for me. I'm stronger and have more endurance, your restrained against the floor. As long as these factors stay the same, I have no reason to kill you.” Cadence let out a breath.

“However, the only reason I have to keep you alive is that you are an anomaly. An amusing one. Once your novelty wears out, or I finally find your limits, I might grow bored and leave you to your death anyways.” Cadence didn't like the sound of that.

“So... Maybe we can make a second deal. A little something to keep us together, and you alive. How does that sound?”

“I... don't want to die...” A second deal did not sound like a good thing.

“Well, think on it at least. What I'm considering is for you to help me with something. I have a little problem. I'm usually around my hive, my children, most of the time. My body has urges, you see. Urges that must be met under any circumstances. And being so distant from my family has caused a bit of a build up. I'd rather not waste energy unnecessary, so what I'm proposing is a little deal to benefit both of us.”

“I don't like the sound of that.”

“But Cadence! It's something you are quite familiar with. You see, I need a babysitter.”

Cadence was alone, in the cold again. Her memories were blurry. It was hard for her to think, to remember what happened as she shivered. It had been some kind of nightmare, the soft and pleasant pony had turned into some sort of hard and cruel monster. Cadence tried to forget, and then she tried to remember. The cold was numbing. It had been so long ago.

It had raped her in a new way, an unpleasant and painful way. She had eggs forced into her body, violently pushed into her and snugly pressed in her womb. After, it had sealed her mouth shut, and quietly abandoned her. Had she been left to die, even though she now carried its children in her swollen womb?

She fought the cold as the hallucinations taunted her, calling her name over and over again. Other memories played before her darkened sight, memories of Shining and Twilight. Memories of her mother... She was dying again, wasn't she? Cadence felt the cold take her mind. She was alone, she had to remember. Those ponies playing were not real. She had to stay alive. Her mother was dead.

She focused on the strange weight in her stomach and the odd way her belly stretched. She was still alive, even if she was hurt. A voice called out to her, and she turned to watch Twilight cast her teleportation spell for the first time, her struggles forgotten. Twilight was so sweet for a foal, always helpful and so intelligent. A warm throb distracted her from her hallucination, and she once again found herself alone in a dark and freezing room. What had that been?

Her mad mind played another memory, not even attempting to hide it behind an illusive call. She watched Shining stumble through asking her out. Of course she'd say yes! She always did have a thing for him. A throb distracted her again, pulling her from her dream. She attempted to collect her thoughts in the confusing cold. She couldn't afford to die. She needed to stay focused. To stay awake and aware. Hopefully the monster would come back soon. She shuddered at that thought.

A darker memory consumed her next, one with no sight but plenty of touch. The warm tongue danced across her cold body, progressing towards its inevitable goal of defiling her once again. Cadence felt it caress and prepare her widening hole. She knew what would happen next. A warm throb ran through her, and her body opened for a monster that wasn't there. Cadence quivered as the hallucination coaxed her towards release, the phantom tongue occasionally accompanied by a very real warm sensation spreading from her womb.

As she approached her moment, she woke up from the dream and the tongue abandoned her. A brief confusion followed as she tried to understand her desperate arousal. What had just happened? She was dying, succumbing to the cold when one of her hallucinations had gotten too real. A warm throb distracted her from her thoughts. Oh Celestia no. The feeling was coming from her distended belly.

Her panic was interrupted as another dark dream took her, this time the tongue and mouth played with her nipples, teasing and harassing her. She was slowly brought towards her climax with each gentle tug and every warm throb, only to be denied a moment before. Cadence whimpered in need as another illusion claimed her, and her muzzle was buried in a wet fragrant pony, only to find herself cold and alone once more just before her climax.

Memory after memory haunted Cadence, dragging her dying psyche through every debauched act she had committed over and over again. Each time she was denied her release, and each time she lost a little more focus. Eventually she found herself lying in a pool of her own slick arousal, desperately grinding her hips against a monster that wasn't there. Begging for a release that wouldn't come. As her moments of clarity became shorter and shorter, Cadence found herself wishing that she hadn't accepted that second deal. That she had followed her mother down to the warm park, and the monster had not promised to keep her alive.

Cadence's wishes were slowly forgotten as her conscious mind failed to recover between hallucinations, leaving her crying and pleading for the phantom monster to finish her. No matter how much she begged, the monster wouldn't come.

Chrysalis was quite happy with the way things were turning out. She could feel her unfertilized eggs desperately trying to keep the mare alive, and she knew what the effect of that would be. Cadence had been so easy to manipulate, just like all of these ponies. She gave the sleeping Shining Armor one last kiss, and then left the bed to visit her pet project. She would have plenty of time tonight.

At first, she had been worried about Cadence being an Alicorn. But as she researched the odd mare, Chrysalis had discovered that Cadence's specialty was not very dangerous. If anything, it could only be beneficial to a changeling. And even though Cadence was slightly stronger than your average unicorn, she was definitely no Celestia. Cadence's magic had been sapped the moment she was moved into the crystal room.

Of course she had lied about leaving Cadence to die. Cadence was far too important to just let expire. Chrysalis would need to find somepony for a very particular position once she controlled Canterlot, and she could think of no better candidate right now. Sure, Cadence's skill in magic was fairly pathetic, but she was still more powerful than your average unicorn. And she was an alicorn at that. Chrysalis would have to find a very potent unicorn to even consider replacing Cadence at this point. It would have to have a well of power deeper than the alicorn, and the skill to use it. Chrysalis didn't expect to find something so unique in such a short time, so Cadence would work just fine.

She chuckled at the thought of what she had already done to the alicorn. It was a surprise to find that she was so... unique, but that would never have been a reason for Chrysalis to keep something like her around. She never let pleasure get in the way of business. Unlike Cadence would be doing. Chrysalis laughed again at the mares expense.

There were lots of ways to get what she wanted. Social manipulation, mental manipulation, enchantments, disguises, and of course torture. She hadn't forgotten the torture. There were many kinds of torture as well, physical, mental, sexual... Cadence was experiencing those three right now. Sure, torture wasn't exactly efficient. Not when she had magic at her disposal. But she had more time than magic right now.

Chrysalis wasn't in any rush to finish breaking Cadence, she couldn't do anything with her until after the coup anyways. And using magic to control a pony could be taxing, especially if they have a strong will. That was part of the reason she had to be so careful with Shining Armor. While she could stretch the limits of believable, she couldn't allow him to see through the illusion. Not yet. Balancing two strong willed ponies with enchantments wasn't something she wanted to do just yet. She needed to keep her focus, and that mental taxation would get to her.

Cadence would have to be done the old fashioned way. The fun way. And tonight was an important part in the process. Not the most important part, but definitely a major stepping stone for Cadence. Tonight they would become the best of friends. Chrysalis was going to finally taste her.

Cadence's mind and body had melted. She couldn't tell what was a hallucination, and what was reality anymore. Lying in a puddle of cold sweat and squirming, she cried into the dark, her mask forgotten. She no longer had the focus to analyze her new madness, any coherent thought was immediately replaced by raw wanton desire and empty despair. Her throat was sore from screaming and crying. The phantom memories haunted her, bringing her to the brink of release, and then stealing her hope away in an instant. She rose and was left wanting over and over again as the warm gentle throb gave physical stimulation to the ethereal tongues that tortured her mind and body.

A dull green light grew slowly in the room, and her gaze instinctively locked on to it. Cadence's long forgotten eyes burned from the barely visible light, but her vacant mind was unable to look away as she continued her writhing dance of physical frustration. A pony took shape, scowling at her debauched form underneath the green glow. It was herself.

“Look at you. Wriggling in the dirt and covered in your own slime. Just like a worm.” Cadence's mirror image sneered at her as the scowl turned into a wicked smile. “You're lucky I like getting dirty.” A shard of coherent thought dismissed the speaking clone as true madness, a fantasy fabricated by her twisted mind. A different shard begged silently for it to release her from suffering as she thrust her glistening marehood towards the doppelganger.

The pony lowered it's head to about two feet above Cadences quivering hole, and then stopped and glared at her. “But I think I've already had my fill for the day.” Once again wracked by frustration, Cadence collapsed onto the floor and began to weep. This nightmare would never end. The green glow filled her vision as Cadence's body double stood over her.

Her mouth felt tingly for a moment, and then the mask was violently ripped from her face. The pain was a new sensation, one that distracted her from her madness as she yelped in surprise. The warm pony settled on Cadence, and their eyes met for a moment. Cadence's doppelganger smirked, and positioned their mouths barely an inch apart. “Well? If you want to get bucked, you're going to have to warm me up.”

Cadence wasted no time as she hungrily kissed the pony, feeding it her tongue. Flesh met flesh as she squirmed underneath the weight. Cadence felt her body respond as her stiff breasts were squished and her taught stomach was sensually pressed. She didn't worry about what she should be doing, or if she was betraying Shining. It was so far beyond that now. She thought of nothing but the act, of how she could get the release she needed.

A frantic flap of her wings made her clone smile and pull back from her hungry mouth, still letting Cadence gyrate against her warm body. “Aren't we eager. How about we make another deal then?”

Cadence wasted no time answering with her hoarse voice. “Yes.”

The other pony grew more excited at her abrupt response. “Ha.. How about a game then? I told you I had my fill already. I didn't say of what.” The pony leaned down and bit Cadences ear roughly. In return, Cadence licked voraciously at its stretching neck. It stayed close, allowing her to continue while it spoke. “So here is what we're going to do. You're going to empty me, drinking of what fills me. Once I'm empty, you're going to tell me what I had my fill of. If you can guess, I'll be nice and buck your brains out. If you can't... well. Let's just hope you can.”

The pony then lifted off of Cadence and positioned her plot over Cadence's mouth. Cadence's vision was filled with a multicolored tail and soft pink flesh. She took a deep breath of the pony's backside, the creatures strong scent filling her nose. Carefully, Cadence licked the outside of the pony's lower lips. At first they were dry and sticky with an odd salty flavor. Soon she had made them warm and moist, and the delicate bud began to leak onto her face.

Readjusting her mouth, Cadence clamped her lips over her clone's sex. She began to gently suckle the flesh as she explored the opening cavity with her tongue. A warm, gooey fluid began to flow into her mouth assaulting her taste buds. Cadence froze for just a moment she realized what she was tasting.

It was one part that familiar bitter sweet flavor, the monster in the dark. Her angel and devil's arousal that she had tasted before. She had expected that. What she hadn't expected was the salty thick froth it was mixed with. Cadence tried to pull her head away, only to find that she was trapped between a cold hard floor, and a warm salty memory.

“Recognize it already? Apparently you weren't as lost as I had thought. Don't stop. You still have to finish.” The pony leaned forward and gave Cadence a single long lick, drawing her tongue across the distressed mare's slightly bulging abdomen.

Cadence struggled to fight back the disgust and ignore her aching heart. The warm flow grew from a gentle trickle to a steady stream, and Cadence fought to swallow it as she was reminded of him. Of her Shining Armor. The first time she had tasted this, they had been alone together after little Twilight had fallen asleep. Shining had been timid, and Cadence had been forward, sneaking her head under the blanket and taking his member in her mouth. She began to cry.

She gulped another sticky and salty memory as more recent endeavors came to mind. This had been one of their preferred lovemaking methods as of late. She had always felt so satisfied when Shining had came for her. When his member throbbed and the first warm spurt filled her mouth. It was partially his face, the way his eyes glassed over for a moment and he lost all composure. Just for her. It was her love and his...

“Keep it up, Cadence. I'm sure you've figured it out. No need to tell me.” The pony grunted and forced a heavy flow into Cadence's mouth. “You know, tonight was the first night he finished inside. And probably the last. Did you know how violent he get's when he finishes inside? It almost hurt me. Of course, I played it up. Begged him to never do it again afterwords and berated him for being so brutish. He was so upset with himself.” The pony leaned back, shifting her weight and allowing Cadence another gulp of the foul mix.

Cadence felt her aching heart begin to shatter. Shining's first real time had been with this... thing. Just like hers. It looked like her, sounded like her, and slept with her lover. Cadence was being replaced, her special love with Shining had been marred by this creature. What had once been a beautiful relationship had been mutated and twisted into something ugly.

Cadence was having a hard time swallowing as she fought back her despair. She had never managed to take a full load from Shining before, he always had so much love to give her. She had never complained before, but now it was being forced down her stomach. Cadence was forced to take a breath, filling her lungs with the scent of the other monster's backside. And it wasn't just Shining's misspent love. The frothy mixture had two parts, one part her beloved and one part the monster's bitter sweet nectar.

“After we were done, I made a deal with him. From now on, he'll finish outside of me. Under me as I take him from behind. He doesn't know all the details yet, but tomorrow he will. He was your stallion, but I'm going to make him my little mare. You'll be forgotten. He'll scream and beg me for release as I fill him with myself.” Cadence felt a strong pair of hooves begin to massage her slightly stretched stomach, occasionally slipping to tease her aching nipples.

Her twisted desired began to resurface, calling for release once more as she began to greedily slurp from the creature. Images of Shining on his stomach as her clone rocked back and forth on his supine body entered her mind. Shining was smiling with that half glazed look that was supposed to be just for Cadence. She just wanted to forget. She didn't want to think or remember anything. Cadence fought back her tears and tried to hide her shattered heart under passion as the hooves drifted lower and lower down her stomach.

The creature squirted one last salty and slimy memory into her mouth as it leaned forward and pressed it's snout into her aching nethers. “Just like you will forget him, and scream for me.” Cadence moaned as a tongue roughly invaded her, quickly turning into the obscene instrument that would wreck her. There was no foreplay this time, no gentle caresses and soft touches. Cadence's scream was muffled by the pony's flesh as she was finally given the intimate release she needed so badly.

A glorious eternity spread out before her as she forgot everything but the wonderful sensations of madness. Cadence couldn't remember Shining or understand her own debauchery. She didn't realize her horrible fate or feel disgusted at the twisted monster buried in her thighs. All she could do was feel the hot flesh spreading her wide as she screamed and twitched. Cadence was in ecstasy.

Eventually the tongue left her body, and the creature took it's drooling pussy off of Cadence's snout. Cadence felt strange as she relaxed, feeling her body soak in the afterglow and bliss. Her stomach was thrumming with energy, and a warm surge spread from it and into her limbs. Usually, she was too tired to move or think when the pony was done with her. But now? She could still do both.

“I'm afraid I have to go. I have an engagement soon, and I wouldn't want to be late.” The clone began to dim its light, and a growing darkness began to envelop the room. Cadence panicked as she felt a warm throb shake her body. The darkness would bring back memories, and like this... she would be defenseless again as soon as the other pony left. She couldn't be alone.

“Please stay. Please don't leave me. Not like this. Not alone.” Cadence begged the monster.

The green glow returned, and the creature's face appeared with a victorious grin. “Look at you begging. You're like a low hanging fruit on a tree. I could simply pick you, or pass on by. I've already tasted you before. If I'm going to stay with you over my other engagement, you're going to make it worth my while. No more deals. You simply do as I say.” Cadence's evil twin glared at her with a predatory gaze.

“Of course.” Cadence had no reason or means to deny her. It was far too late for that now.

The doppelganger ran a hoof across Cadence's tight stomach as it seemed to contemplate something. “The fruit is ripe with my children.” It shifted and gave her long slow lick, tasting her soaked sex once more as she spread herself for the familiar tongue. “It's sweet and juicy.” It moved again, lowering its body over hers and searching her face deeply. “And it's ready to fall off the tree.” She shuddered as it leaned into her ear and whispered quietly to her. “Tell me, what should I do with this low hanging fruit?”

Cadence moaned as her clone pressed into her body, bringing their fur together. Cadence breathed into the neck of the burning hot pony as she spoke, nuzzling her head up and down the sweat slicked coat. “You should pick it.” Her hooves slipped free from whatever had been binding them as a magical glow burned green from the pony's horn.

Cadence smiled blissfully as she wrapped herself around the other pony, pulling it into a tight hug. She could move again, and she knew why. The pony wanted her to help, to play with it, and she was going to. Resisting didn't matter any more. The only thing that mattered was every second she could avoid the maddening cold and lonely torture. And the more she played, the less she would be tortured.

“Now that I've plucked my fruit, how should I eat it?” The pony's voice was harsh, but the tone was playful. It massaged her roughly in the spot between her wings, stretching the sore muscle that had been forced against the floor for so long. Cadence's mouth was already open in ecstasy, so instead of answering the pony with words, she pulled it into a kiss.

Cadence began to suck on the petite tongue, feeling it engorge in her mouth. She ground her body against the pony, teasing the pony's strange tongue with her own. No. The monster's strange tongue. The monster that she was embracing with her whole body. Cadence slowly accepted what she wanted. She wanted to feel the monster that had held her down and impregnated her with it's children. She wanted to have it's alien tongue inside her, stirring her passions as it had been minutes before. She wanted to scream and writhe as it claimed her over and over again.

She ended the kiss abruptly breathing hard on her clones wickedly grinning face. She felt something soft and fleshy parting her loose pussy. It was hot and throbbing, and Cadence recognized the general shape. She moaned as the cock thrust into her roughly, invading deep into her salacious body. She savored it inside her as both bodies stilled for a moment. Cadence closed her eyes and told the pony what she wanted. “Eat it all the way to the core and then... ah... suck on the pit until there is nothing left.”

The pony forced Cadence to look her in the face, and as she spoke her eyes took on a green hue. “You know I'm a monster, Cadence. I'm a changeling. We feed off your love. I've been feeding off of your lover by taking your place.” The changeling smiled a predatory grin and pulled Cadence to her chest in a tight embrace. “Now I'm going to feed on you.”

Cadence listened to the creature's heartbeat for a moment, trying to muddle through her own hazy thoughts. She knew of love. She knew of lovemaking. Love was her special talent after all. And at that moment, clinging desperately to the changeling in the dim crystal room, Cadence knew that it was going to feed off of her. And that it wouldn't be the first time it had done so.

Her comforts were many as she began to thrust in time with the monster, experiencing a pony's dick inside her body for the first time. The changeling was warm and soft. The changeling would make her feel good, make her forget everything that pained her. She would be spared the madness that haunted her for as long as the changeling kept feeding off of her. And most importantly, at least she wouldn't be alone.

Chrysalis was enjoying herself. The pony princess had given in, the last of its mental resistance finally completely crumbled. It wasn't a convert, not yet, but down here in the dark crystal room... She could do whatever she wanted with it. And she did. She enjoyed her prize for the night, taking her time and taking the princess every way she knew how. And Chrysalis knew many ways to take a pony.

Cadence was delectable, a constant stream of carnal lust accompanied by the physical act. Before this night, it was only weak bursts of emotion when she lost herself. She had been far too mentally vacant during the long acts of debauchery to provide any real nourishment. Now that she had accepted her fate, Chrysalis could begin to feed before the passion took Cadence. And when it did, she could hold the link open, drawing off her boiling emotions as love. Not to mention the enjoyment Chrysalis got from tormenting her.

At the moment, Chrysalis was mounting Cadence like they were both normal ponies and taking great amusement from the act. Her dick was a replica of Shining's, with a few minor adjustments. Being Queen of the changelings had some advantages when it came to things like lovemaking. Her flesh was as clay, and she was a master artist.

Cadence had collapsed on her forelegs, but managed to keep her back half in the air. Her face and neck were flush against the floor as Chrysalis gently massaged her from the inside. The only physical contact between the two sweating bodies was Chrysalis's throbbing member buried in Cadence's dripping pussy. Chrysalis stood tall as she rolled her hips, plunging slowly in and out of the heavily breathing pony.

“This is the first time you've had sex like a pony, isn't it?” Chrysalis smiled softly, her eyes cruel as she taunted her sex toy.

“Mhhmm...” Was all that Cadence could muster in response. Tears mixed with sweat on the pony's face as she grit her teeth and shuddered once again. Chrysalis felt her toy's loose walls tighten, and a weak spurt of fluid ran from her quivering flesh.

Chrysalis laughed at Cadence's incoherent and amusing reply. “You just don't stop, do you? We've been at this for hours, and you're still wet for me. Still cumming. Let's finish this with a scream.” She lifted the limp pony off the ground and laid herself down on her back. Cadence was resting on Chrysalis, her back nestled in the changeling's chest and her head hanging limply off to the side. They were still joined by sex, a thick stream of green fluid leaking from Cadence and oozing down the short unexposed part of Chrysalis's erect cock.

Chrysalis made sure to position them so a clear reflection of their joined sex was visible in a giant crystal. She casually cast a spell to have the reflection of that crystal display on every smooth surface in the room. Every wall, every crystalline surface showed the lewd slurping lips easily taking Chrysalis's obscene organ. Chrysalis grinned evilly and eased her motion to a still, letting Cadence catch her breath and her mind.

Cadence's engorged pussy gulped wantonly around the pulsing stoic cock, magnified and multiplied across the room to Chrysalis's delight. She wanted Cadence coherent for this, so she whispered into Cadence's ear. “Sextoy? I need you to focus.” Chrysalis casually stroked her hoof across Cadence's swollen and heaving stomach as she waited.

The image shown in the crystals was glorious. Cadence was exhausted but still squirming, laying across Chrysalis's body and displaying her distended heaving stomach and ravaged pussy. Her crotch and stomach had a green stain that ran halfway up her abdomen, partially dried remnants of Chrysalis's fluids mixed with Cadence. The stain continued down her backside, a particularly messy spot was around her gaping tail hole where Chrysalis had raped her earlier. Even her tail had some of the incriminating green goo mixed in with it.

Chrysalis nibbled on Cadence's ear, waiting for her to come around. Eventually, the pony stopped quivering, and relaxed. “Almost done Cadence?”

Cadence's breath was ragged, but she still answered. “More...”

“My my. No remorse at all anymore. I'll give you more...” Her voice was low and seductive, promising Cadence much while still deriding her. Chrysalis was going to use Cadence to break herself. Ponies could be so fragile. “But you have to do something for me. You have to watch. And you have to scream. Give me everything you have left, scream the name of your princess. Your little local goddess. Call her a whore for me. When you do...” Chrysalis carefully pulled her massive member out, causing Cadence to squirm as it left her gaping and leaking. “I'll put my cock back in.”

Cadence glanced down between over her bulging stomach and between her legs to look at the rigid pole as it swayed left and right, slowly oozing more green slime out the tip. Her gaze drifted slowly around the room as she looked at all the images of her wide open vagina. It was messily oozing green from the wide open cavity as the throbbing dick occasionally flexed against it. Chrysalis saw Cadence close her eyes and whimper. “Celestia is a whore.”

Chrysalis smiled, and licked the inside of Cadence's ear. “Almost. You have to open your eyes and watch. And you have to scream.” Chrysalis then positioned her flexible member at the entrance to Cadence's cavern and gently stroked the surface of her quivering mound in preparation.

“Celestia is a whore.” Cadence had opened her eyes, they were focused on the obscene image shown on the crystal surface.

“That was better, but far from a scream. I said to give me everything.”

Cadence blinked away some growing tears. And then she screamed. “Celestia is a whore!”

Chrysalis thrust inside Cadence, filling her and causing her to gasp. Cadence began to gyrate her hips slowly in response, forcing the stiff member to press firmly on that hard to scratch spot inside. All the while, Cadence kept her eyes locked on the grotesque show in the crystal caverns. “Say it again, and I'll help.”

“Celestia is a whore!” Cadence didn't pause this time, shouting at the top of her lungs. Chrysalis abandoned the form of Shining Armor's dick, and with a flash of green her member turned into a wriggling black mass that began to squirm and thrust, churning Cadence's insides.

“Say it again, you pathetic worm. Condemn your princess.”

“Celestia is a whore!” Chrysalis began assaulting her clitoris as well, forcefully rocking Cadence's body through the air as she thrust.

“Condemn her!” Chrysalis's calm smile finally faltered as pleasure began to show. The love was tainted with despair. She liked her food a little spicy some times, and after playing with Cadence's body for so long it was exquisite playing with her mind.

“Damn Celestia! She's a whore! Damn Her! Celestia is a bucking whore!” Cadence's voice was tearing as screamed and her ears were pinned back. Chrysalis felt Cadence reach her peak as she blasphemed Celestia's name. Chrysalis let herself go as well, filling Cadence with pulse after pulse of thick sludge.

Chrysalis bit Cadence's neck, finally sinking her teeth into the pony she had been feeding off of all night. She groaned in delight as Cadence's cursing turned into incomprehensible howling while her muscles gave out and her body went limp. Chrysalis continued to buck the burning mare, her fleshy organ bathing her children in hot slime, and her teeth biting deep.

Pulling her twisted dick out of the tortured sex organ, she relaxed. Chrysalis laid her head back and watched the desecrated mare from a crystal image. Cadence was mostly still, but every so often a random muscle in her body would tighten hard, causing her to twitch suddenly. Chrysalis smiled as she ran her hooves down Cadence's battered body, feeling her quivering flesh.

Cadence was wrecked. Her breaths were shaking, and occasionally she would squeak as a chest muscle violently convulsed. She had her eyes open and unfocused. Her tongue hung limply out, occasionally tightly curling and then relaxing. Her gaping pussy was oozing huge amounts of Chrysalis's juices, and would squirt out like a fountain when her lower body had a spasm. The bite had turned bright red and was beginning to swell.

Chrysalis mused over the final delicious moments of their love making. Cadence was such a pathetic example of a pony, and she was supposed to be one of their princesses? Ha! The creature was a slave to her flesh, unable to overcome her base desires even when she knew she was feeding her enemy. Ponies didn't deserve the kingdom they had. Ponies were only food for changelings to thrive off of. And that's exactly how they would be treated once she ruled them. As livestock. As toys for her and her children. But there was value in being a food source and a plaything, and this pony was valuable in both of those regards. Even if she was a pathetic excuse for a ruler.

Cementing Cadences hooves to the ground, Chrysalis positioned her so she was leaning against a crystal wall in a sitting position. Chrysalis needed to feed and prepare her toy, it would be a while before she could return to play with it. The wedding was only a few days away now, and there were so many preparations to be done.

The burning mare was in no danger from the cold, not yet at least, and her unborn children would keep it alive for long enough. Of course, Cadence would be desperate for warmth and affection. Chrysalis couldn't help but grin as she thought of their next encounter. She had been playing with Shining Armor as well, but he could only last a few minutes, perhaps half an hour, before he was too exhausted to continue. He only left her frustrated and wanting, if well fed. But Cadence... Chrysalis felt deeply satisfied after this last session.

Bringing their bodies close, Chrysalis pressed her flesh against the catatonic mare and forced herself into a kiss. It was time to feed her toy.

Cadence woke up alone and in a new position. She was leaning against the crystal wall, her forelegs cemented down at her sides to help support her and her hind legs cemented out in front of her. Her legs were positioned with one laying flat on the floor, and one bent up at an angle. Cadence should have felt lewd about this position, all of her bits were displayed prominently. No doubt that's why she was placed like this.

Instead of shame, she felt... sad. Heartbroken in a way. A warm erotic pulse reminded her that her body wasn't hers anymore. It belonged to that changeling, just like the rest of her life. Shining belonged to the changeling, and soon they would be married. And Cadence would be forgotten. She began to cry as her memories from the last night returned. She had said so many things about her aunt.

The night was blurry, but that memory was clear. It was burned into her as if it was important somehow. She had been laying on the changeling, watching herself get violated through the magic crystals. And she had begged for it, and screamed. Cadence shuddered at the memory of her face, locked in ecstasy as she called Celestia a whore. Celestia was no whore, Cadence was.

She knew she would have done anything in that moment, she would have said anything just to feel that monsters flesh inside her for a little longer. She was a traitor to ponies everywhere. And she couldn't even bring herself to feel shame over it, simply a lingering sadness at her fate. She didn't like what she was becoming, but she had no way of fighting.

Shining was her lingering hope. If he could somehow see through the disguise, he could free her. Their love was strong, he would fight through anything to get to her once he knew she was missing. Cadence had to focus on him, she had to remember him. She silently promised to not forget her beloved, and focused her thoughts on him. His smile, his proud form. And his firm touch. A warm throb spread through her body, and his gentle touch was replaced by the changelings craven molestation. Cadence began to sob.

It had been a few sessions since the first one where she was free. Each one just as debauched as the first. The changeling took some sort of perverse pleasure in Cadence bad mouthing ponies, so the sessions usually started with a slow deep dicking while Cadence desperately writhed against the changeling and whispered obscenities about herself, Celestia, and ponies in general into the changeling's ear. The changeling said she was training Cadence for something, and would reward her for new and creative curses. Cadence had been learning that the changeling enjoyed anything that belittled her, so her curses had become more self centered after every lesson. After all, when the changeling was made happy, Cadence was made satisfied.

This last one had been different. The changeling had merely kissed her and told her that today was the day. It was going to get married to her fiance. After the deep kiss, it had freed her from her bindings, and had told her to be ready. Then it had left her alone again. Cadence was frustrated. Her aching desires had not been satisfied, only subdued by the creatures brief presence. What was she supposed to be ready for?

She knew the changeling was her enemy. It was an enemy of ponies everywhere, and a mockery of love itself. She hadn't been able to fight it before, it had trapped and controlled her. Now she was free, and had to stop it's plans somehow. It was all she could hope for redemption. If she could at least stop this monster from doing this to other ponies, then maybe she would be able to forgive herself for her own treachery.

Cadence grasped onto her hopes. She was free and alone, this was her first opportunity. She had to save Shining. He was the only pony that could save her. She needed to remember him. To love him with all of her shattered heart. The sound of yelling distracted her, and she noticed flashes of purple through the crystal wall. What was happening? Cadence stepped forward to look, only for the wall to violently explode.

The powdered crystal cleared, and she froze as she saw the last thing she expected to see down here. Twilight Sparkle was staring at her, her horn glowing aggressively and her body in a combat stance. And she was pissed.

Today was a good day. A really good day. Chrysalis was ecstatic. Her wings buzzed nervously as she looked out the window to her new kingdom. After just besting the most powerful figure in equestrian history her heart was racing. Years of planning, months in an undercover operation and it all came to fruition. Now she had everything she could ever want. A safe future for her kind. Food for her brood. Toys to play with and entertain her. Those pathetic ponies had fled once they saw their princess fallen and wounded. Now they were her ponies.

And now the mind of the Princess was hers to devour. Chrysalis turned from her window to watch a some of her lovely children wrap the Princess up in her new cocoon. This pod would allow the Queen complete access to the thoughts of the ancient goddess she had subdued. Think of the wonders that creature held in her mind! Thousands of years of information, all the secrets of Equestria, and they were all going to belong to Chrysalis, Queen of the Changelings!

The future she had secured for her kind was unprecedented. Perhaps she herself would now taste immortality with the secrets of the Goddess? That would be fitting. As the conqueror of this land she should have all of it's riches, even the Sun itself. Her brood would never need another queen, and she would rule for eternity. Yes. That would be worth it.

First though, she should do something about that purple pony. Twilight was it? That little runt had nearly foiled her plan. To think she had nearly been exposed by the horrible little creature was downright embarrassing. And the depth of her magic had easily overcome the crystal caverns. How odd. Now that Chrysalis was Queen of the ponies, as well as her brood of changelings, that little mare would suffer for her transgressions. Some sort of punishment maybe. A violent one.

Perhaps the Princess knew some secret of the little thing. They seemed close indeed for a monarch and a subject. The way Twilight held Celestia in her hooves as she lay broken on the floor. Come to think of it, the other ponies would barely look at their fallen monarch. Curiously, she dug into the mind of the princess looking not for ancient secrets, but more modern ones. Celestia groaned and Chrysalis grinned widely. Oh. Oh! This was going to be fun. Oh so fun.

Now she had to prepare. Her children would bring those silly mares back to her soon, and if she understood the Princess's thoughts correctly those pitiful ponies could actually be dangerous. It seemed they had bested Discord and Nightmare Moon. That was dangerous. You don't let something like that wander around as your enemy. Oh no. You make it your friend. Or you break it.

And it seemed as though the purple one was the linchpin in that little group. Chrysalis loved it when her plans came together like this. And from what she was gleaning from Celestia, It seemed that she had found a more suitable replacement than that sex toy she'd been slowly breaking. Twilight Sparkle would do nicely. It was always pleasant to mix work and play. Of course now that she didn't need Cadence, she needed to do be placed somewhere. She wouldn't be safe to keep around her children as long as she could do magic. Even a pathetic alicorn was still an alicorn.

Perhaps she could simply render her powerless? She had never managed to permanently steal a unicorns mind with enchantments. Of course, she had never had the time or energy to experiment. Maybe a more efficient means was available. Some way to render her powerless, but leave her delicious mind intact. She was harmless in the throes of passion, and even her resistance here had been pathetic. She had shown up, given some pointless speech, and then cowed as Chrysalis defeated her goddess. She wouldn't need to be enchanted. Merely broken more.

Chrysalis smiled as she used her new cocoon to tap into one of her many new toys. The princess's enslaved mind. That would work. It was something new. Something seemingly obvious that she had never known before.

Cadence was terrified. Aunt Celestia was trapped in some glowing cocoon thing, her Shining was under some sort of spell, and Twilight had ran off to "go save Equestria." She looked at the monsters cruel green eyes, and then looked anywhere but as a strong slick black hoof held her face and pointed it up at the creatures own.

Familiar green eyes stared at her from an alien face. She knew this creature. She knew it well.

Cadence gazed into it's eyes, trying to discern it's plans, only to see something more terrifying than before. The Queen was smiling. Widely. Her eyes were positively glowing. And magically glowing. As though she just had the best idea.

Cadence quickly dropped her eyes again. She didn't want to see the Queen's face anymore. She didn't want to know her new twisted fate. Tears streamed down her face as she remembered all the times she had succumbed to it in the crystal caverns. All the times she had screamed for its enjoyment, and begged it to defile her. She could have been a better pony, she could have been stronger. Instead, she was a failure. A traitor.

Cadence relaxed and closed her eyes as a warm mouth silently covered her horn. It slid down slowly, coating her in saliva and causing her to gasp. Cadence briefly considered blasting it with magic. One uncontrolled burst, shot from the tip of her horn into it's mouth. She could end it's life and save Equestria. Cadence began to gather her power, channeling it into her leylines.

Suddenly, a hoof pressed into her back, right between her wings in her tight flight muscle. Cadence opened her eyes and gasped as her wings reflexively spread and a warm throb ran through her body. The Queen pulled back and smiled seductively at her.

“Now Cadence. Remember your training? Remember your lessons? Recite them. Now. And I'll... reward you. If you don't, I'm going to put you back in the caverns. And leave you there to die, cold and alone. After all, you broke our first agreement.”

Cadence glanced at Celestia, watching her from the cocoon. She didn't want to do this. She didn't want to betray her aunt. She didn't want to betray Equestria. A hot pulse ran from her womb, the eggs nestled in her body reminded her of what she was. She was no longer the pampered princess she had been months ago. Her life was no longer about wants. She had learned that it was about needs. And she couldn't go back to the cold dark caverns. Never again. She couldn't ever be alone like that again. Guiltily, she brought her eyes to the Queen's. And spoke, reciting her most recent lesson from the changeling Queen. What ponies were.

“Celestia is a whore. She is a damnable harlot unfit to rule her pony worms. Celestia is a slave to her flesh, like all useless ponies. Ponies are only fit to be fed upon, and their Goddess deserves no better.” Cadence couldn't keep from crying as the Queen's tongue stroke her horn.

Her voice was pained as she recited the rest of her unholy lesson. “I am also a useless pony. A slave to my flesh, which belongs to you. I live for your pleasure, and I will die for it as well.”

Cadence's body responded to the tongue of her Queen as she betrayed Equestria in words and actions, her wings spread to full glory and her tail raised high. She thought about her gaping pussy on display for the changeling horde and Celestia's gaze. It's lips were swollen, and she could feel the cool air deep inside her. Everypony could see how much of a slut she was. Shining Armor would probably have been getting a view as well, if he wasn't mindlessly staring at the wall.

She realized there was no going back now, she had gone too far and there was nothing left for her except what the Queen allowed. Cadence closed her eyes and pretended she was in the dark again, that it was just her and the monster. She felt the swirl of magic and emotions drawn up her horn, draining her of reason as a hot tide began to rise.

The magic burned as it collected in her horn, causing every lick and suckle from the Queen to be magnified. Cadence whimpered and moaned as it felt like Chrysalis was draining her through a straw, leaving nothing left for Cadence. She felt her own heartbeat, each dizzying pulse of life caused her to shudder.

Cadence smiled as she forgot where she was and what was happening. All that mattered was the pleasure and the coming storm. She was familiar with the sensation, the pony had been there many times before. It was like greeting an old friend now, one at the end of a well worn path. Cadence began to cry out in anticipation.

Her soft purple eyes opened and she gazed longingly at the Queen's chest as the tide rose too high and she began to drown. Cadences tongue hung out her open mouth as wordless moans eased across her lips. She gasped for air, breathing in her Queen's scent with wild abandon as the first lewd squirt sprayed from between her legs, soaking her prismatic tail and staining the floor.

The hot well of burning magic trapped in her horn began to leak, oozing pure magic into the Queens mouth. Cadence felt herself truly empty as her power dripped from the Queens mouth and splattered over her own face. The liquid came in spurts, leaking messily from the Queens frantic lips and dripping across Cadence's own open mouth. She tasted her own wasted essence, her wanton lust felt euphoric.

Cadence was simply a bundle of squeezing flesh and nerves as she was drained. Each crazy spurt was a release, an outlet for a constantly building pressure that threatened to destroy her. Every time she lost a little of her mind, the rough sensation of being emptied consumed her. It was wonderful, and as she felt her well of magic run dry, she wished she had more to lose.

The final bit wasn't a squirt, but a suck, as Chrysalis forcefully drained the last of her magic. It hurt as she felt it ripped from her body, but the tired leylines in her horn screamed in ecstasy as that potent drop was pulled out of her. Cadence leaned forward deeper into the Queen's mouth and gave her chest a sensual lick as she was left truly empty. She relaxed her body and rested against her Queen, having nothing left to give.

A sidelong glance at Celestia caught the mare turning her head away in shame. Celestia had watched that. So what? It didn't matter anymore. So what if Celestia was disgusted by her actions? They both belonged to the changeling Queen now. Cadence nuzzled herself into the Queen, not wanting to see her aunt. Cadence smiled as she realized that Celestia would know what it was like soon enough.

Queen Chrysalis was enjoying herself. This pathetic creature was delicious. Pure unadulterated love streamed from the broken mare, filling her senses. Cadence was hers now, mind and body. Still, she had planned on punishing her for disobedience. And Chrysalis had gone through the trouble of draining her.

She firmed her strong lips around Cadence's horn, and allowed the last dribble of Cadence's magic to flow down her throat. Chrysalis was going to make some changes to her new toy. To Cadence's credit, she didn't beg to stop as the teeth clenched tightly around base of her horn. Instead, she begged for something else, and shoved her horn deeper into Chrysalis's mouth.

“Please... Don't ever leave me alone again. I'll do anything.”

Her voice quickly turned to screaming as the teeth penetrated her hard alicorn horn. Magic fizzed and sparked as pain shot through her body, causing Cadence to convulse in agony. A vein burst open and blood began to stream down her face. There was a sickening crunch, and she began to vomit, unable to hold it in, and unable to care. Blood and tears rained from her as there was a crunching noise and the last of her horn was ripped from her forehead.

Chrysalis finished tearing the horn out of the pathetic creature, still holding her up so she would not fall in her own vile juices. Levitating the horn out of her mouth, she looked at it. It didn't look incredibly dangerous now that it was removed. Sure, it was a bit bloody. Maybe she would start a collection. She glanced at the now terrified Solar Princess, hanging in her green cocoon and winked.

Cadence looked empty, her eyes were vacant and blood dripped down her face mixing with the vomit that leaked from her mouth. There was a red gash where her horn had been. She was a mess. Certainly not currently fit for occupying a Queen. Still, she would be of use.

“Children. Come over here and clean my new pet up. She needs a little attention. You can play with her afterwords, of course.” Her drones would have fun with Cadence for a while. It was a fitting reward for their patience.

A group of changelings swarmed forward, and pulled Cadence to the side of the room. Chrysalis watched as they began to lick her, cleaning up her gore and slime. Cadence had begged to never be left alone. Chrysalis could grant that wish. She smiled as she saw the drones mount Cadence, one climbing on her back and one clinging to her underside, penetrating both holes at once. Another climbed over her head and filled her mouth with it's member.

Slowly, Cadence's eyes filled with life as she began to react to their thrusting. Cadence looked focused on her task, bucking wildly into the changelings as they took her. The others climbed on as well, and Cadence was buried under a mass of writhing changelings. Chrysalis drew her attention away. It would be a while before they were done, there were enough changelings to keep Cadence occupied until she was finished, and Chrysalis knew full well it would be a long time before she was finished.

Chrysalis had other things to worry about. Like those six ponies who ran off. They would need to be dealt with. Messily. It was time for some more research. Chrysalis dug into Celestia's mind with no care at all, causing her eyes to glow green, and Celestia to scream as her memories were ripped open.

Cadence woke up in the dark. It was warm, and she was surrounded by bodies. She smiled to herself as she nudged one of the bodies, awakening the creature. It woke slowly and crawled over to her, laying on her as it began to kiss her. More bodies rustled, awakened by the movement, and Cadence felt flesh rub up and down her coat as they all greeted her. Warm thick cocks filled her gaping holes as more changelings climbed on her in the dark. She felt tongues caress her body, and the one kissing her was especially attentive to the insides of her mouth.

They began to slowly and gently make love to her, coaxing and teasing her in the darkness. There were no rough frantic movements, that had been earlier when they had first met. When she had been gifted to them. She was already full of their seed, already pregnant with their Queens now fertilized eggs. This was merely affection, they were expressing their love for her, and she was for them.

Slowly, they built her to a crescendo of movement. She felt one finish inside her and slide out as another filled the wet gaping hole. Her body was for them, and they would take care of her. More tongues invaded her widening mouth as she began to moan and scream. Cadence loved her new family and the changelings loved their pet.

Cadence would never be alone again.